Circé froze, a scream forming a silent knot in her throat.
The tableau before her was a nightmare ripped from reality.
Kiba, the first man to tread upon Eden, lay sprawled on the bed.
And yet he was the epicenter of a bizarre battle.
But it wasn't him – not really – or maybe it was.
At least, it was a part of him.
His cock.
Or more accurately, a weapon.
"What the…" she croaked, the words barely a whisper lost in the symphony of slurps and frantic gasps.
Hunger gnawed at Penelope.
This wasn't a warrior's hunger, the kind that gnawed at your stomach after a long battle. It was a primal need, raw and untamed. Noticing Tempest swipe her tongue at the escaped droplets on Penelope's chin, Penelope reacted on instinct.
With a surprising strength born of desperation, she grabbed Tempest by her hair and pulled her head closer.
In a flash of movement, she stole the precious nectar with her own mouth.
